Snow melting, people find mistakes Like tide drawing, people fix mistakes Filling in the hazy hopes with someone's warmth and their kindness Then checks and compares the present and the past
The boat just following the stream it loses sight of its direction Feelings in the openings of sorrow check on the present Adding color to days with no name
Stars will shine bright and keep fear no matter how weak or long the night So lost wishes and shed tears all can shine we walk with the present
Inside a scenario where everything is leading to an end Building the days that lead to something that of new beginnings Adding color to days with no name
